WHEN IT COMES TO SPITTING LYRICS, MIKE KOSA’S THE NAME
WHEN IT COMES INTO THE BEATBOX, G-WHO IS TO BLAME.
NOTHING LIKE THE ROCKET SCIENCE, HUMAN BEATBOX ALLIANCE
THE BASS, THE TOMS, THE SNARES AND WITH THE HI-HATS
PEOPLE WILL BE BUMPIN WHEN YOU HEARIN’ THE SOUND
THE GREATEST OF THE DUETS COMING STRAIGHT UNDEGROUND
IF YOU REALLY WANNA LISTEN, PUT THIS IN RIGHT UP IN YOUR BRAIN
SALIVA’S DRIPPIN, YOU TRIPPIN, BEATBOX IS MY GAME.

ULTRA DYNAMIC, MIC MECHANIC, FOR THE FANATICS
YOU FEEL THE STATIC, BEATBOX I AM AN ADDICT.
THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO IF I BE CHANGING THE FLOW,
MY AMPLIFIER’S SET ON FIRE, VOCAL CHORDS ‘BOUT TO BLOW.
INTENTIONAL, YOU ‘BOUT TO KNOW, NOT LONG AGO,
AN ARTICLE, JUST HAD TO GO, WHY VERTICAL? HYSTERICAL? WHY LYRICAL?
COZ I GOT THE URGE TO EDIT, NOBODY GETS THE CREDIT.
JUST WANNA SHARE IT, LET IT FLY, YOU CAN INHERIT!